She finally looked up at me. Water soaked her hair, straightening her curls. She smiled and finally looked at my body, her eyes trailing down to stop ...at my groin. She studied my penis, still thick but softened.Standing so close together, the top of her head only reached the top of my chest. Being so slender with long, long legs, had given her the appearance of being taller than she actually was. I liked how petite she was. It tickled the illicit thrill in me, of being intimate with a very young. If he wanted to release some tension he'd have to do it himself, which would brand him as the lowest form of life. These days the minimum socially acceptable act was a stroke job into a hanky by a willing girl, or guy if they both swung that way. A delicate blow job ending with a hanky catch lifted the recipient's status above that of a centipede. Top of the pyramid was a full facial or to be deep throated by a recognized celeb. Intercourse on the teacher's desk was uncouth.Missy herself gaped. Besides, I figured if a guy wanted me bad enough, he should go get them himself. If not, then he’d have to settle for a blow-job. That’s another thing while I’m at it, can’t guys shut the fuck up about stuff like this? If I even touched a guy’s wiener, it was all over the place by the next day. Then I had to put up with all the guy’s loser friends making comments about “when is it their turn?” Really? So, when I broke up with my latest boyfriend Chad, I really wasn’t all that upset. I had a. ....it was nice, he even started to wash her. It felt good after what happened. She looks up at the tall man and smiles before she starts to slide down his body and her face meets his cock as she begins to stroke it.She smiles as she slides it between her lips, "ooooohhh shit mamma.....thats right suck that fat cock" She strokes it with both hands and sucks it at the same time. Water trickling down her face as she is lower to the floor. He leans back against the wall and holds his head as she.